They drove to the Safeway near their house and she got out and carried him into the store on her hip. She got a grocery cart and put him in the baby seat facing her and began shopping up and down the aisles, systematically going through the entire store. Tommy looked coyly at the women shoppers behind Marge. Tommy caught the eye of one of them and she smiled back at him. He suddenly remembered his Momma and looked up at her guiltily. She beamed back at him with a pleased expression on her face. Then he realized that the woman had smiled at him because she saw him acting shy and only thought he was a cute baby. He tried to hide his face in the front of Marge’s blouse and she held his head to her chest and stroked the back of his head. He snuggled his face in her warmth and she stroked him all the way down his back to the top of his diaper. He looked up at her adoringly as she stopped to comfort him. He felt the urge to pee and he looked around to see who was watching, embarrassed by the potential audience. Marge seemed read his thoughts. She leaned forward, patted the front of his diaper and whispered in his ear, “Go ahead and pee if you need to, Tommy. That’s why you’re wearing diapers.”

He was already peeing a little, just enough to dampen his diaper. Without warning his sphincter relaxed and he peed in a rush, soaking the front of his diaper. He blushed in embarrassment as the front of the diaper grew heavier and the urge to pee disappeared. He glanced around and realized that none of the other shoppers was paying the slightest attention to him. His crotch felt warm but he was reasonably dry and comfortable. He was glad that he was wearing a nighttime disposable diaper. He looked up at Momma only to see her smiling broadly down at him. Marge reached into her purse and removed a plastic baby bottle filled with juice and handed it to him, then turned to look through the bins of baby food. He took the bottle and put the nipple in his mouth so he could hide his face from the women around him. Tart apple juice trickled into his mouth and made him thirsty. He sucked hard on the nipple devoting his full attention to slaking his thirst. Within a minute he had forgotten his discomfiture and sucked noisily as Marge topped off the basket with baby food jars.

She moved the cart along as she shopped, stooping to get some baby wipes. Tommy watched a drooling, babbling, one-year-old boy the cart next to theirs reach out and try to touch him. Tommy’s chest felt wet and he looked down and saw rivulets of drool running into the top of his diaper. He was drooling like the baby in the next cart! The baby’s mother was a tall, willowy brunette with fantastic boobs and he wondered what it would be like to be her baby. Marge had turned into the diaper aisle and put a large package of medium nighttime diapers underneath the cart, then went to the check-out stand and drove home. Marge put Tommy down for a nap after she had unloaded the groceries and tidied up the house. It was five o’clock and she decided she would take a nap herself before taking her bath.